Grant went at once on his arrival in the city to Mr. Reynolds'
office. He had in his hand a well-worn valise containing his small
stock of clothing. The broker was just leaving the office for the
Stock Exchange as Grant entered.

"So you are punctual," he said, smiling.

"Yes, sir, I always on time."

"That is an excellent habit. Here, Harry."

In answer to this summons, Harry Becker, a boy two years older and
correspondingly larger than Grant, came forward. He was a
pleasant-looking boy, and surveyed Grant with a friendly glance.

"Harry," said Mr. Reynolds, "this is your successor. Do me the favor
of initiating him into his duties, so that when you leave me he will
be qualified to take your place."

"All right, sir."

The broker hurried over to the Exchange, and the two boys were left
together.

"What is your name?" asked the city boy.

"Grant Thornton."